She has no name, Olivia,
she has large eyes,
projectors of her soul.
Her eyes illuminate presence,
the simple and profound presence of being.
She is ageless
even though she has traveled around the sun 29 times.
She resolves existentialism
just by walking,
and chooses to be.
She is not from anywhere,
but the planet
chooses to inhabit her.
She speaks only one language,
with a sweet accent.
She speaks the language of love.